Regifted

 

Giles knew something was wrong the moment he opened his eyes. Waking up underneath the Christmas Tree was never a good way to start the day. How much brandy had he drank last night? Groaning, he stumbled to his feet, taking a line of tinsel from the tree with him. His head was spinning and he raised a hand to his temple to find that he was still wearing the stupid Santa hat that girl from the bar had put on his head. He scrunched his eyes in an attempt to remember anything else he didn't need his wife finding out about. Finding nothing but a blurry haze, he attempted to remove the tinsel from around his neck only for it to catch on something. Hair? He fumbled with confusion. Long glossy hair? Following the line of tinsel with his eyes, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of a slender, tight feminine body with a pierced navel and tidy round breasts wrapped in a red silk ribbon. He raised the tinsel up that was by now draped over his shoulders like he was a snake dancer, as if his normal male body was there somewhere – he just needed to find it.

“In case you haven't figured it out yet, it is a bodysuit!” Giles's wife stood in the doorway with her arms folder over her chest. “It is my present to myself. Cause I know now I can't rely on my worthless husband to get me something I want – except maybe stumbling home blackout drunk and smelling of perfume on Christmas Eve. It sure made getting you in that thing a damn sight easier.” She watched Giles open and close his mouth pathetically and strode across the room towards him. “You promised me something good this year. And, fool me, I actually believed you – despite how many times you have disappointed me in the past. I believed you until I found these in the closet anyway!” She held up a plastic display box. “Ho-Ho-Ho Horny vibrating nipple rings,” she read aloud, “self-piercing and equipped with mini-electroshocks to give your love life a spark this Christmas.” Giles's wife sighed. “No, freaking, thank you!?”

“Honey...” Giles started to protest and paused at the sound of the soft feminine lilt that was now his voice. He raised a hand to his swan-like throat and traced a finger to a pair of soft pink lips, which were by now hanging open in horror. He caught his wife's glare before shifting his gaze to his would-be gift. The box was empty. His knees quivering involuntarily.

“Whatever is the matter?” His wife smiled coyly. “Is it this?” She pulled a keyfob from her pocket and seconds later Giles was squealing in pain as sparks shot from his ribbon covered breasts. “I guess at least your shitty gift came with batteries.” She smirked cruelly and gave him another zap. “And to think this is what you wanted for me... To spark my tits until I performed whatever depraved act you wanted from me.” She watched with satisfaction as Giles's new delicate form fell to his knees in front of the tree panting. “Well, we'll see who the Ho Ho Ho really is this afternoon. I invited a couple of my guy friends over for Christmas dinner. I haven't decided yet if I am going to make you watch them screw me, or if I will watch them give you a good stuffing – either way you are finally giving me a gift I actually want...”